Courtship

    There was a young man from the West,
    Who loved a young lady with zest;
    So hard did he press her
    To make her say, "Yes, sir,"
    That he broke three cigars in his vest.

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I sat one night beside a blue-eyed girl,
    The fire was out, and so, too, was her mother;
A feeble flame around the lamp did curl,
    Making faint shadows, blending in each other:
'Twas nearly twelve o'clock, too, in November;
She had a shawl on, also, I remember.

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To take her hand, and stammer'd, cough'd, and stutter'd,
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There was a little pause between the dances;
    Without, somewhere, a tinkling fountain played.
The dusky path was lit by ardent glances
    As forth they fared, a lover and a maid.
He chose a nook, from curious eyes well hidden -
    All redolent with sweet midsummer charm,
And by the great primeval instinct bidden,
    He drew her in the shelter of his arm.
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So shes here, your unknown Dulcinea, the lady you met on the train,
And you really believe she would know you if you were to meet her again?

Of course, he replied, she would know me; there never was womankind yet
Forgot the effect she inspired. She excuses, but does not forget.

Then you told her your love? asked the elder. The younger looked up with a smile:
I sat by her side half an hour what else was I doing the while?

What, sit by the side of a woman as fair as the sun in the sky,
And look somewhere else lest the dazzle flash back from your own to her eye?

No, I hold that the speech of the tongue be as frank and as bold as the look,
And I held up herself to herself, that was more than she got from her book.

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Quoth John to Joan, will thou have me;
I prithee now, wilt? and I'll marry thee,
My cow, my calf, my house, my rents,
And all my lands and tenements:
        Oh, say, my Joan, will not that do?
        I cannot come every day to woo.

I've corn and hay in the barn hardby,
And three fat hogs pent up in the sty,
I have a mare and she is coal black,
I ride on her tail to save my back.
                        Then say, etc.

I have a cheese upon the shelf,
And I cannot eat it all myself;
I've three good marks that lie in a rag,
In a nook of the chimney, instead of a bag.
                        Then say, etc.

To marry I would have thy consent,
But faith I never could compliment;
I can say nought but "Hoy, gee ho!"
Words that belong t...

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